Bliss... (why don't I do this more often?)

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Writing about food makes me hungry.  Cooking, on the other hand, just makes me happy. So, shouldn't I be doing this all the time?
Logic would suggest I do. Instead, I spent the morning writing about food - part fiction, part not - before I gave myself a treat and started on tomorrow night's Christmas dinner, ably assisted by a bottle of Pinot Noir and wishing Kensei was around to help.
Now the house smells lovely, I have concocted a red wine gravy that is to die for (and which I need to lock away so there's any left for tomorrow), red cabbage is simmering away and there's a large bowl of onion, mushroom and celery stuffing for the Wellington on the counter that I can't stop digging a spoon into every now and then. I've remembered to take stuff out of the freezer... and I'm feeling on top of the world, even though the next chore on the list is ironing.

Most of all, though, I've suddenly hit upon an advantage of writing m/m romance... I can blissfully drool over / crush on / be in love with BOTH my lead characters. What joy! (and that's not the red talking.)

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Re: Gravy boat [a.k.a. dream boat] bliss

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For me, crispy aromatic duck and pancakes are forever connected with celebrations (and hangovers). I'd never had Chinese food before I moved to England and I was so impressed by it, we had it after both our PhD vivas. These days, I'm hunting out Japanese restaurants and Steve's been loving the food I've been subjecting him to.

Been spending the afternoon constructing attractive pastry decorations (not my thing) for the pie while leeks bubbled gently away on the stove. (Lovely scent, just add lemon rind and coriander seed.) Amused myself with plotting Prospects and trying to work out Byakuya's food preferences. Strange, but true.